Page 35 of The Deceived

His dick is already practically rock-hard as it springs free from its confines and I waste no time stroking him from root to tip. A little bead of moisture gathers there at the head and I swirl my finger over it and then work it down his shaft.

Rex's eyes close and his mouth falls slack as he holds the phone to his ear. When his head drops back to rest on the couch, I know that I’m making him feel good. A sick part of me loves that thought, that I can control this powerful man. I wiggle again, desperate for some sensation on my clit but I need this to be about him.

"Yes. An official statement."

His voice is gravelly, thick with need as I work his cock in my hand. I work my way down his shaft, twisting and turning my way up his breathing is growing labored. My tits pressing against his inner thighs as I lean forward and I pop the head of his dick in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around him and savor the fact that his hand twines into my hair, tugging hard.

“Ugh, yeah. We will.” He moans and tries to cover up his pleasure by playing it off as part of his conversation. Needing more, I take him down as far as I can go, the head of his cock bumping against the back of my throat.

Rex groans loud as his hips surge up, shoving him impossibly deeper into my mouth.

"Gotta go." Before whoever he is on the phone with has a chance to respond, he ends the call, dropping his phone carelessly onto the couch, then he shoves both of his hands into my hair.

“Fuck, Winter. Your mouth, it's amazing.” He fucks my face and I love every second of it. My eyes water, I’m practically gagging, my mouth is so full of him. I allow him to use me to set the tempo. He meets my mouth thrust for thrust, his hips rising off the couch to shove his dick further down my throat. The sounds coming from each of us are lewd but it only feeds my desire further.

“I'm going to come.” He groans, his head thrashing against the back of the couch and that thought alone makes me speed up. I know he's telling me this as a warning so I can stop if I want to but I don't want to stop.I want this.

This isn't about revenge anymore, Ineedthis. I realize I want to please him and doesn’t that make me one fucked up person? I want to please the person that destroyed me.

His grip tightens on my hair and he takes a few, final deep thrusts and then he comes down my throat, a hiss escaping him. I can’t take my eyes off of him, he looks so fucking sexy it’s shameful. His eyes squeeze shut, his neck is strained and the muscle there is chorded.I’d love to bite him.

“Winter.” He whispers my name like a prayer as he runs a gentled hand across my cheek before he cups it. I lean into it, briefly turning to kiss his palm before locking eyes with him. What I see there scares the hell out of me. That is the look ofmore.Somehow over the last few days, things shifted between us, maybe it’s because I feel like my family has been avenged and I can finally let go of that need to destroy him. Maybe being with him has drug up all those old feelings that I use to harbor. Whatever it is, this is different,we are different. We stay like that for a few moments, I nuzzle against his hand as he pets me.

“What are you doing to me?” He murmurs into the quiet of the room running his thumb over my bottom lip. I fight the urge to ask him the same thing. I’m not ready to let him know that he has any effect on me.

The moment is broken when his phone rings. He looks at it and sighs. “I have to take this. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. Go ahead.” Before answering it, he leans over and presses his lips against mine. It’s a quick peck and I move out of his way so he can right his clothes. He answers the phone and holds it against his shoulder as he stands and pulls his pants up.

“Hello?” I can’t help but watch him as pulls his boxers and pants back up. My mouth practically waters to taste him again. When I finally drag my gaze to his face, I’m shocked. I don’t know what this call is about but the look on his face turns to one of pure rage. He looks positively murderous and I realize that I never want that look directed at me. Shit.

“I’ll be back.” And that’s all that he says to me before he marches out of the door. I’m trying not to be offended about that fact. I know he has a lot going on. I just hope it isn’t some other issue.

Look at me, no longer wanting bad things to happen to Rex. That’s new.I laugh a humorless laugh but it dies in my throat when Tori comes into the suite.Does she have a key to our room?I guess it makes sense. She is his assistant and she would need to access the room from time to time.

She struts in her curly, black hair looks perfect pulled back in a chignon and it shows off her high cheekbones and brown eyes. The deep green dress she wears hugs her every curve and makes her bronze skin glow. The look is completed with simple gold jewelry and gold high heels. Simply put, Tori is stunning. She is everything that I am not. Chic, educated, mature, and graceful. She looks every inch the woman that should be by the Governor’s side. I wonder, not for the first time why they aren’t together.

“Why are you still here? Haven’t you caused enough damage?” Tori cocks a hip and places her hand on it. Fighting the urge to not just tackle her to the floor instead, I let the truth fly. I’ve found that using people’s truth against them can be the best way to shut them the fuck up.

“I try not to hold your treatment of me against you. I know that you are in love with Rex and he either doesn’t know or doesn’t care. That has to sting. To be around him for so long and be friend-zoned.”

Her brows become sharp, angry slashes over her eyes. “You fucking bitch. How dare you!”

“Tori, that’s enough.” We were so caught in the moment that we didn’t hear him come into the suite but I hope he heard what we said. She’s a conniving bitch. I should know.

“Rex, I was just looking for you. Senator Zerbe called and,”

Rex looks fucking pissed as he cuts Tori off.

“I fired Steven Holland. He leaked the story about us to the press.” That muscle in his jaw ticks again as his eyes cut to me. Wow. His security leaked information about him. As controlling, guarded and cautious as I would assume Rex is this must seriously piss him off. I might have been happier a day or two ago but now, I feel bad for him. He too seems to have no one.

Tori snaps into action. She’s typing away on her phone an angry look on her face.

“We’ll do our best to contain this, I need our public relations team on the phone, again.”

“I’m on it. I’m emailing Judy Davenport now, she’s the best with spin.”

I stand here alone as I watch Rex guide Tori over to the dining table where they get to work. I’m not even a blip on his radar and I’m trying to reconcile this man, the politician, the Governor, with the caring guy that I saw earlier when his dick was in my mouth.

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